I have spoken in the theater.
I tear those tags off of mattresses with abandon. YOLO.
You MONSTER.
Bingo.
(On the definition - not the name of the cat)
I had sex with a married straight man…granted, I didn’t know he was straight until his wife phoned after the ‘deed’…and his technique was quite experienced so he wasn’t feigning virginity…my defense? Broke up with my then-partner after seven years of an abusive relationship, the last three of which were celibate. But,still …it was one of my most memorable, physically satisfying encounters, to this day…
That was me.
I retired the thread. Someone tried to start a new one but it didn’t last.
I’m tempted to have a “As the Guy who ran the secret thread” thread. :D:eek:
There’s only a few I remember and those were because they were boasting about being socks/trolls or returned banned posters. I didn’t post those.
The plot of the 1991 film Dogfight, starring River Phoenix and Lili Taylor, is based around this premise. It’s a good movie and worth checking out.
Apparently it’s a musical now, too. Probably off Broadway.
Depending on your point of view, I may have almost molested a pubescent girl.
I was probably late 13, early 14, she was probably late 11, early 12. A bunch of us were hanging out at someone’s house, down in the basement listening to records, and we were seated next to each other, blanket over our legs. I put my hand on her knee, she didn’t object. Over the next few minutes or so, my hand got closer and closer to… well, you know. But at the last minute she said “Stop,” I stopped, and the was the last anyone ever mentioned of it.
Had I gotten caught, back in 1982 this would have resulted in a stern talking-to. In 2014 I’d probably be looking at having to register as a sex offender.
A couple of years ago, I drove drunk with my 11 year old nephew in the car. I was covert drinking my evening away when my sister asked me to drive him to our parent’s house, and I didn’t want to admit that I was two thirds the way through a bottle of wine, so away we went. It wasn’t the first, “wow, I have a problem” moment I’d ever had (or the most shocking), but it was the one that stuck. I’ll be two years sober in January.
I engaged in the bullying of a boy who had once been my friend. from the time I was about 6 until I was around 9 or 10, me and a few other kids in the neighborhood terrorized him. I don’t know what happened to him, but thinking of it makes me near sick with shame.
I’m not seeing the issue here; is it that she was that young? You were at most 3 years older, and hardly an adult yourself. She said no, you stopped. What’s the big deal? I’m guessing that she was a sixth grader and you were an 8th grader?
Had this been “late 16, early 17, she was probably late 14, early 15” nobody would care in the least- that’s what teenage boys are supposed to be doing.
Had it been “late 13, early 14, she was probably late 8, early 9”, then yeah, I might have an issue- an 8th grader molesting a 4th grader is a bigger deal than an 8th grader and a 6th grader fooling around a little bit.
Mine is similar but it still makes me sick to think about it to this day.
I was probably 5 and the neighbor kid was 3. No parents around and he wanders into our yard with his ball. I grabbed it away and he started crying. I’d throw it and when he’d retrieve it I’d take it away again. The last time I took it away I threw it into a thorn bush. When he tried to retrieve it I went behind him and pushed him into the thorn bush. He sat in the thorns bawling his eyes out but nobody came. I decided to go inside at that point.
Anything bad that has happened to me in the 39 years following that I probably deserved.
Yes, it was because she was so young. I’ve always felt like I took advantage of her.
He smoked weed after work too? :eek: He totally deserved a murdering. 
In my mid 20’s I had a terrible roommate. I was a starving student and held the lease on a house and sublet (illegally) to two roommates. They were both kinda bad, but one was ‘special bad.’
She was from Scotland and everyone loved her and her accent, and would bend over backwards to be her friend because she was cute and kinda exotic for our area.
It was the '80’s so she always wore exercise tights and leg warmers and had big hair, so guys (and girls) would trip over themselves to help her out and do favors for her. She was very cute.
People gave her money, loaned her cars, gave her things big and small, bought rounds of drinks or meals for her, got her job leads and free tickets to events, etc. One guy worked for an ailine and gave her free airline tickets. I was probably a bit jealous of all the attention and freebies she got but she was also a mean and selfish girl who took full advantage of anyone who would allow it, often gloating over her good fortune and often mocking the foolish people who helped her out in the privacy of our home and behind the backs of her generous ‘friends.’
She had two cats and a very big, ill-mannered dog. The cats were always pooping everywhere and and scratching things up, and the dog destroyed stuff regularly. This roommate also always used my stuff and ate my food, which she never replaced, and also picked fights with the other roommate.
She got into one fight with the other roommate over who owned an iron. They smashed the iron on my dinner table, damaging my table and breaking the iron, and also broke an indoor window. The cops got called for that fight and they both had to leave for the night. She also claimed the other roommate pooped in her bed when it clearly was her own cat’s poop in her bed and not human poop.
I had to start keeping common things like food items, shampoo, dish soap, and toilet paper in my room because she would always use these things but never replace them or provide anything. I’ve always wondered what she wiped with because I didn’t see toilet paper in the bathroom for 6 solid months.
Once, I had a date over and we cooked dinner together. After chatting and cooking and snacking, we weren’t really very hungry anymore so ate just one breast from the roasted chicken we made and put the rest in the 'fridge. The next morning, there was nothing left but a bony carcass. That chick ate a whole chicken.
I had a vegetable garden and the dog was always breaking in and destroying my plants. The dog ate all my inside plants (and the pots) too. And books. Expensive text books. And part of a bookshelf and some baseboards. And chewed the trim off my new couch. Clothes? Pillows? Who needs 'em. It was always a surprise to come home and see what that dog had damaged. I knew I would never get my deposit back because of all the damage that dog did to this house.
Gah, I hated that roommate and her pets.
One day she announced suddenly that she was moving out in 1 week and that a friend had given her a bunch of free furniture, which was already stored in the spare room (the enclosed garage, really).
One the one hand I was glad to get rid of her. But on the other hand, the sudden move-out screwed up my budget for the next month or two since I didn’t have anyone lined up to take her place.
And, she said, she had a guy who was a professional cleaner coming over to clean her new furniture for free. I wished he would also clean up all the hair and damage her pets did to my stuff.
Plus, she had all this other stuff in the spare room that she’d been given- tables, lamps, and potted plants. The plants really set me off because her dog ate every plant I had ever grown.
She said she was getting a third floor efficiency at the new apartment complex down the street for dirt cheap because she had a friend who worked in the leasing office. And, she said she didn’t even have to pay a pet deposit because this same friend was letting her sneak her pets in. I felt sorry for the pets, especially the dog, who was soon gonna be trapped in a 3rd floor efficiency all day. At least that terror had a yard here.
When the guy came over to clean her new (used) furniture, he sprayed the arm of the couch with some liquid in a spray bottle and rubbed it with some kind of brush. I guess the couch was velour or some kind of fuzzy material, and he rubbed the fuzz right off, damaging the couch in a most obvious spot. She got mad. He asked for something softer to clean it with and I gave him a soft rag. He repeated the process and damaged the other arm. Clearly he was not a professional cleaner- just another doofus bending over backwards to help her out. I secretly laughed while she got mad and threw him out. She fumed about his incompetence for the rest of the day, but I got and idea.
The next time she left, I used some of her canned dog food and secretly smeared a tiny bit dog food essence on everything she had stored in that room- couch, tables, lamps and even under the leaves of her new potted plants. And I shut the door to keep her dog out.
Then she moved, taking all her shit and my television with her.
I only helped on move out day one little bit: I helped some guy move her mattress out- after I rubbed my hands all over the dog’s food bowl.
I don’t know when she made off with my television.
I called her to ask when she was going to bring my tv back and she said “My god. You have more tv’s than you could possibly watch. I wouldn’t think you’d miss one.”
So I waited a week and called the apartment manager.
I said “Look. I don’t want to cause trouble, but this made me angry. I live here and met a woman walking a big dog while I was walking my dog. Her name is Fiona. I wrote it down because it was an unusual name and I was afraid I would forget it. It’s Fiona. F I O N A. And this Fiona told me that she just moved in and didn’t have to pay her pet deposit because she has ‘a friend’ in the office. She said she has two cats and a dog and I think it’s unfair that I have to pay my pet deposit, but she doesn’t have to because she has a friend in the office. That’s just not right. And really, I don’t think she should be keeping that huge dog in that tiny apartment.” They never asked for my name.
I heard later from mutual friends that not only had her dog destroyed everything in her apartment, but also that she had been made to move for some reason. She gave the dog up to another friend, but kept the cats.
I never saw her again, but that is the worst thing I ever did to someone. To this day, I don’t really feel bad about it.
I did some things back in my younger days that I’m not real proud of now.
Added a laxative to someone’s orange juice the night before they left on a road trip. From what I heard many restroom stops were made, one was to change their clothes.
My brother had a rather nasty neighbor. Use to park cars on my brother’s lawn, took down my brother’s fence because he didn’t like it, he would hook his hose to my brother’s spigot so he could water his lawn. One night I shut off the water to his house and filled the water meter box with concrete. Drove by the next day to see a block of concrete with pipes sticking out hanging from a backhoe.
A guy my cousin knew stole some stuff from me then denied it even though the items were seen at his house. I sent a change of address card to the post office redirecting his mail to somewhere in California. Took him a couple weeks to figure out why he wasn’t getting any mail.
I would like to point out the statute of limitiations has tolled for all this things.
As I read your post, I could feel a whole lot of pain just lift off the page. It was as if recounting this experience released a whole bunch of pain and had some healing power.
I’m just curious whether you felt anything similar to that when you wrote it?
People spend thousands of dollars and many years trying to get to a place where they can admit some of the real shitty things they have done in life. Guilt is not a good thing to carry around. I have gotten rid of a few things via complete strangers I would never see again.
Dated a married man for a couple of years. OMG we were SO in love. He was ‘separated’, though, and managed to see me 3-4 times a week with no problem. He wanted to get a divorce and because he had two kids, I chickened out, told him it was OVER, but he would not give up. I saw him up till the time I got married to someone else. I feel bad about the whole thing now, but when you’re young you do stupid stuff.
Well, I shouldn’t admit to it but…
[spoiler]I posted personal information on a message board that people researched to try to hold against me. I forget if it was in the “What crime have you commited” thread, the “What don’t you want your neighbors to know about you” thread
or the “Whats the last four of your Social Security Number” thread.
I’m so ashamed. [/spoiler]